Tuesday, November 15, 2016

My Life as a Bialy II

Was I a bialy? Was I something more.

Alfonso gently took me off the shelf and carried me out the store.

Was he kidnapping me?

Was a bagel supposed to have feelings as like those I was experiencing.

I had little time to think. Could I make a run for it?

Suddenly I was placed in a box which was very cold.

This was it. I was going to die.

I had just started my life as a bagel and it would be a short life.

I would never be devoured.

I would be frozen.

Could there be life after this?

The door slammed shut.

I was now a prisoner.


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